Tiger King froze for a moment, then said to the other party, "I'm not trying to be rude, brother, but something about the way you're talking feels off."
"Wasn't this mission and operation something the two of us were supposed to carry out together? How did you end up putting all the blame on me alone?"
After hearing that, Saint Lord Taichu felt that the other party was definitely not very bright—utterly stupid.
He could not even understand a simple joke. If someone like that wanted to be a leader, he would be nothing but a pile of crap.
No wonder none of his subordinates had remained safe under his leadership. Nearly every last one of them had died.
And now, his entire clan was basically in a state of decline.
During a previous aerial patrol, Saint Lord Taichu had caught a forlorn owl and named it Iron Egg.
At the time, the owl had looked especially pitiful. He had no home and was badly injured.
So Saint Lord Taichu brought the owl back, treated his wounds, applied medicine to his feathers, and tightly bound his wings.
By now, Iron Egg had grown fat, and his feathers were exceptionally clean and silky.
Iron Egg had always remembered Saint Lord Taichu's life-saving kindness. Back then, Iron Egg had even sworn that he would follow Saint Lord Taichu alone for the rest of his life.
And whenever anything happened to Saint Lord Taichu, he was willing to stand behind him.
Iron Egg now came up behind Saint Lord Taichu and said with a cheeky grin, "Master, why don't we be bold? What do you think? Let's capture all these little dragon beasts, chop them all up, and use them as prime ingredients for refining spirit pills."
"Not only would that give you